Hi Mrrr

Remember me ;)

Just read the thread... Sorry to hear about your troubles.

But well, here is what I do to wallow if it helps any.

I drive out to my most favourite spot in the country, park up, take my whistle (the lightest thing I have instrument-wise) and walk down to my spot. Which happens to be an old ancient church in the middle of nowhere, across fields and not a road in sight. It has a lovely walled cemetery and is so peaceful and quiet it is unbelievable.

I sit on the steps of the now not used much church (it is only a little one - with a little bell on the outside, a wooden porch, and yew trees all around) and I sing to myself...

A STOR MO CHROI, or a hundred other mournful ballads, play a few airs etc.

If I can't that, then it is on with the Cowboy Junkies, and relax and think a bit.

Most of all, make sure you see the boys as and when you can. Make sure you let them know how much you love them and don't be afraid to talk to them about things. My nieces have been going thru a similar thing, and for two young girls, they are incredibly perceptive, and they know more than you think they do. They miss their father a lot, who unfortunately is not very supportive and doesn't go to see them any more than two times a year.

All the best

Ella

The church thing may sound a bit gloomy, but it isn't the views are terrific, and inspiring and it is such a warm place.